The Shadow of What Is Next To Come

Life was pretty good well, for now at least. If you can recall, my aunt and uncle had just started to like me. I was a pretty happy person. I loved it here. Life was too short to hate everything. Of course I could choose to talk to you about the negative things here but I choose not to. Life was great and nothing was going to ever change my mind. Well, at least that was how it felt for right now. School was going to start in a week. I am really afraid. All of these questions rush through my head as I think about school starting. What if I make a mistake? What if I trip or fall or something? I could not stop thinking about school. I have no clue what to wear. My aunt thought that we could do go do some school shopping. Great, I thought. If I had any fashion sense at all, it would be a whole lot easier to make kids believe that I was someone that I'm not. But did I want them to believe that? Maybe I did and maybe I didn't. But no more pointing fingers. Anyways, the week went by really fast. I went shopping with my aunt and found what I would call "sexy" clothes. I would leave that up to the boys to decide. I went and got all my school supplies and continued to think about what would happen. I decided to just wait and see what would happen. I mean after all, it wasn't going to do me any good by just waiting around for something that only time would tell me the answer too. So I no longer worried about it. I only had one more year left of middle school. I was going into 8th grade and was now 13 years old. It had been a year for since my dad had made me live with my aunt and uncle. I rarely think of what had become of my dad. Why, you might ask? Probably because I no longer care about him. The day finally came when I went to school. I wore what I thought would be a great, cute, first day of school outfit. I got extremely weird looks from most of the kids. One guy even whispered "holy crap, what the hech is she wearing?" That was a huge insult, especially coming from a guy! I mean a girl, you know that some of them can just be stuck up and snobby, but my god, this guy had, in my opinion, zero fashion sense. The day went on, and nothing seemed to be getting much better. My shirt got caught in my locker and I eventually had to take my shirt off to get it undone, since I didn't want to rip my brand new shirt. Then, at lunch, some guy tripped me and I dropped all my food all over the hottest guy in the entire grade. I was, of course, nothing to him. Finally, the day was over. I began to walk home. What else could possibly go wrong? That was definitely the wrong question to ask at a time like this. Just like in those old "horror" movies, something bad always happens when you say what else could possibly go wrong. So of course, immediately after I said that, something way worse than what had ever happened in one of those horror movies happened. All I could think was he's back.